Jun 01, 2011 09:27
Almost every morning there's a few moments where Rachel wakes up before Raylan. He sleeps like the dead and she wonders if it's from years of not getting enough sleep and taking it where he could get it. If his standard of living was anything close to that shithole he was renting in Lexington, she gets why he's making up for it now.
The best thing about these times is it gives her a moment to just watch him. Feel everything she wants to feel without reservation or embarrassment. She carefully twists in his arms until she can see his face, his heavy arm flung across her belly. He looks younger when he's asleep. She can she shades of that kid she met back in Harlan but with most of the worry and grit washed away, at least until he wakes back up.
She traces a finger along the edge of his hairline, rubbing softly at where he's going gray. There's a tiny, tiny part of her that can admit at this moment that she'd like to see the rest go. She'd like to be there when the rest goes gray. She just can't quite get herself to the place where's she's comfortable with the idea of herself aging right alongside him. But it's still a baby step in the right direction.
She's just so stupidly in love.